Day 24: Write a letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I haven’t wrote an actual letter to you, since I was little. But, here I am, writing anyways. How are things up North? I take it that it would be rather cold most of the time, obviously, but I bet the Aurora Borealis is amazing and breathtaking. How is Mrs. Claus? The elves? I hope that they’re doing good and I hope you have a wonderful break after December 24th.
So, like all letters to Santa Claus, this is indeed a wish list. Have I been naughty or nice? I’d probably say that my angel wings are tipped in black. Not because I go out courting trouble, but rather because I am human and I make mistakes. But, I always try to make up for them and learn from them. As well, my only New Year’s resolution, that I make every year, is to be a better person. That way I can’t break it and every year, I grow and learn.
This is my wish list for this year. It’s not filled with anything that you can buy in a store, or crafted by tiny elves but, this is what I truly wish for, down to the very pit of my being…
I wish for my mother to have at least one good day. My mother has mental disorders. She suffers from depression, anxiety disorder and grief. I always admired my mother’s tenacity and willingness to pull through, but I know that she is in a lot of pain. I hate that I can never do anything for it. I offer to listen. I care, but it’s not something that any of us can do anything about. It’s there and it’s a fact of life. But, I would love for her to have one good day. I would love for her to laugh and smile, and have it really reflect happiness. I would love for her to get a good night sleep and not to worry so much, as she always does. I know it would be impossible for her to feel that way all the time. It would be impossible for anyone. But, I would love to have one day for her where these things don’t matter.
I wish for my father’s memory and disposition to improve. My father suffered from a stroke. Because of said stroke, he has the mind of an eighty year old man. He gets angry and frustrated and he can’t remember anything. I know we can’t go back in time, and what is meant to be will be, but I would love for him to be able to remember little things, such as who we are to him and that this is his home. I would love for him to go without getting angry and frustrated. I know that nothing will ever restore my father to the man that he once was, but I would love for him to be able to have at least a small bit of that back.
I wish for Nicole, two things. For one, for her to have an excellent 2011. I want her to have a magnificent 18th birthday. I want her to be able to get her GED. I want her to be able to get a job, so she can start working on her dreams. I would love to see that happen for her. But, as well, I would love for to see how truly amazing she is. She is my best friend and my hetero life-mate. She’s my creative partner and my partner-in-crime. Like the old song goes, “Wherever we go, whatever we do, we’ll always do it together.” That sums us up. And, I wish she could see how special she really is. She is an intelligent, beautiful, funny and all around awesome young woman and I just wish she could see that for a change.
I wish for myself, yes, I am making a wish for myself; though it’s not born out of selfish desire but need. I wish for my disability and better health coverage. I’ve been dealing with a lot this year, health-wise and I would love to be able to see the doctors that I actually need to see, to get on a prescription that actually works and to feel better in general. I would love to be able to pay my debts and not be so dependent on others to survive. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I have my family. I hate to think of where I would be without them. But I would love to have something that helps with the burden of taking care of me.
I wish for both my family and my friends, to have a great 2011. I want there to be less sadness, less worries, and more joy and happiness. We’ve always called ourselves survivors. I’m proud of that fact. I know how to soldier on and so do the people in my life. But, I would love for a change, for us not to survive but to LIVE. To fully live and to enjoy each moment.
Then, lastly, though I making a lot of wishes. But, I have a large wish for the world at large. I’ve always been conscientious about the world around me, and I have to say that the older that I get, the more sad that I get about the state of the world around me. I wish for there to be more love, peace, understanding, and open-mindedness in the world. I wish for people to realize that kindness and compassion are not out of style or some kind of sin. I wish for people not to go homeless and hungry, while the greedy constantly devour. I wish for children to actually have a childhood once more. I wish that there are no more teen suicides that were the result of bullying or because a teenager was gay and had nowhere to turn to. I wish we cared more for our environment and the creatures that inhabit the world beside us. I wish that there was a home for every stray animal and that they would be loved. I wish for people to realize that they aren’t their possessions, but something beyond earthly. I wish for people to stop fighting in the name of religion and realize that we’re all from the same loving Source. I wish for people to believe again, in something, even if it is as small as the Golden Rule or something whimsical, like faeries. I know what I wish for, in the sense of the world around me, would unravel what we know but I wish it could be so.
So, that’s my wish list and my letter to you, Santa. I hope the best for you and your loved ones too.
Take care and love,
D.J.
I haven’t wrote an actual letter to you, since I was little. But, here I am, writing anyways. How are things up North? I take it that it would be rather cold most of the time, obviously, but I bet the Aurora Borealis is amazing and breathtaking. How is Mrs. Claus? The elves? I hope that they’re doing good and I hope you have a wonderful break after December 24th.
So, like all letters to Santa Claus, this is indeed a wish list. Have I been naughty or nice? I’d probably say that my angel wings are tipped in black. Not because I go out courting trouble, but rather because I am human and I make mistakes. But, I always try to make up for them and learn from them. As well, my only New Year’s resolution, that I make every year, is to be a better person. That way I can’t break it and every year, I grow and learn.
This is my wish list for this year. It’s not filled with anything that you can buy in a store, or crafted by tiny elves but, this is what I truly wish for, down to the very pit of my being…
I wish for my mother to have at least one good day. My mother has mental disorders. She suffers from depression, anxiety disorder and grief. I always admired my mother’s tenacity and willingness to pull through, but I know that she is in a lot of pain. I hate that I can never do anything for it. I offer to listen. I care, but it’s not something that any of us can do anything about. It’s there and it’s a fact of life. But, I would love for her to have one good day. I would love for her to laugh and smile, and have it really reflect happiness. I would love for her to get a good night sleep and not to worry so much, as she always does. I know it would be impossible for her to feel that way all the time. It would be impossible for anyone. But, I would love to have one day for her where these things don’t matter.
I wish for my father’s memory and disposition to improve. My father suffered from a stroke. Because of said stroke, he has the mind of an eighty year old man. He gets angry and frustrated and he can’t remember anything. I know we can’t go back in time, and what is meant to be will be, but I would love for him to be able to remember little things, such as who we are to him and that this is his home. I would love for him to go without getting angry and frustrated. I know that nothing will ever restore my father to the man that he once was, but I would love for him to be able to have at least a small bit of that back.
I wish for Nicole, two things. For one, for her to have an excellent 2011. I want her to have a magnificent 18th birthday. I want her to be able to get her GED. I want her to be able to get a job, so she can start working on her dreams. I would love to see that happen for her. But, as well, I would love for to see how truly amazing she is. She is my best friend and my hetero life-mate. She’s my creative partner and my partner-in-crime. Like the old song goes, “Wherever we go, whatever we do, we’ll always do it together.” That sums us up. And, I wish she could see how special she really is. She is an intelligent, beautiful, funny and all around awesome young woman and I just wish she could see that for a change.
I wish for myself, yes, I am making a wish for myself; though it’s not born out of selfish desire but need. I wish for my disability and better health coverage. I’ve been dealing with a lot this year, health-wise and I would love to be able to see the doctors that I actually need to see, to get on a prescription that actually works and to feel better in general. I would love to be able to pay my debts and not be so dependent on others to survive. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I have my family. I hate to think of where I would be without them. But I would love to have something that helps with the burden of taking care of me.
I wish for both my family and my friends, to have a great 2011. I want there to be less sadness, less worries, and more joy and happiness. We’ve always called ourselves survivors. I’m proud of that fact. I know how to soldier on and so do the people in my life. But, I would love for a change, for us not to survive but to LIVE. To fully live and to enjoy each moment.
Then, lastly, though I making a lot of wishes. But, I have a large wish for the world at large. I’ve always been conscientious about the world around me, and I have to say that the older that I get, the more sad that I get about the state of the world around me. I wish for there to be more love, peace, understanding, and open-mindedness in the world. I wish for people to realize that kindness and compassion are not out of style or some kind of sin. I wish for people not to go homeless and hungry, while the greedy constantly devour. I wish for children to actually have a childhood once more. I wish that there are no more teen suicides that were the result of bullying or because a teenager was gay and had nowhere to turn to. I wish we cared more for our environment and the creatures that inhabit the world beside us. I wish that there was a home for every stray animal and that they would be loved. I wish for people to realize that they aren’t their possessions, but something beyond earthly. I wish for people to stop fighting in the name of religion and realize that we’re all from the same loving Source. I wish for people to believe again, in something, even if it is as small as the Golden Rule or something whimsical, like faeries. I know what I wish for, in the sense of the world around me, would unravel what we know but I wish it could be so.
So, that’s my wish list and my letter to you, Santa. I hope the best for you and your loved ones too.
Take care and love,
D.J.